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On friendship | The problem with 'us' in the age of 'me'

Writer's picture: Zipporah GZipporah G

I am no scientist. So the following words may offend, but if you disagree, then let's just agree to disagree.

Many people don't have a clue who their real friends are. Or what it means to have real friends.

As a citizen of Generation Y, all I have to back up this claim are my own personal and meandering experiences. That is really all I have to go by.  Because believe it or not world - a biased experience is still an experience. Can you blame me if everywhere I turn, so-called friendships are being offered up as kindling to heat the never-ending fires of the ego? We compete with each other, and then ourselves and then some...

I've landed now. I'm home now. I've spent the last three days, staring at the screen, trying to figure out how I will finish this incoherent ramble. I can't. Unfortunately sobriety brings with it hardheadedness and now I am guarded again. I can't or won't speak.  Again. You don't have to agree with anything I've written. I'm not even sure I agree with me. All I know is I have a Bee.

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